Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Chu Ying was given a fright when he saw a black-clad figure inside his room, but he quickly snapped out of his daze.
"Is it her?" Chu Ying asked as he pointed upward.
Shadow Three nodded in response.
"When?"
"Tonight at midnight. I'll take you there, so be ready."
"Okay."
Afterward, Shadow Three left silently like a gust of wind.
Meanwhile, Chu Ying sat down at the tea table and idly stared at the teapot before him.
…
Yue Mingsheng was helping Jun Zishu process documents to lighten her workload.
Meanwhile, Jun Zishu was inspecting a document on army rations and calculating how much should actually be sent to the battlefield. In addition, she also needed to arrange a reliable security detail to guard and transport the rations. Otherwise, if the rations somehow failed to reach the frontlines, it'd be incredibly easy for Chu Meng to incite the empire's troops and shake their faith.
The worst of winter had already passed, and it had already stopped snowing outside. Even so, the bedchamber's windows were shut, and the stove inside the room was lit.
The charcoal used in the imperial palace was naturally of the highest quality. The smoke it produced was faint, and it burned for a long time.
After staying in the warm and cozy room for some time, Jun Zishu started feeling a little drowsy.
"What's wrong, Big Sister?" Yue Mingsheng asked in concern.
However, Jun Zishu simply shook her head and massaged her forehead.
Yue Mingsheng put down her brush and grabbed her handkerchief to wipe her fingers. Then, she got out of her seat and walked over to Jun Zishu to massage her head.
Feeling the tension in her head loosening, Jun Zishu closed her eyes and rested her arms on the armrests.
After Yue Mingsheng continued the massage for a minute, Jun Zishu raised a hand and signaled for her to stop. Then, she got out of her seat, approached a nearby window, and opened it.
When Jun Zishu felt the cold wind outside hitting her face, her mind instantly woke up.
"You're going to get a headache again if you do that, Big Sister," Yue Mingsheng said disapprovingly
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